"Just take it easy...I think whatever he kept pumping you full of must not really be helping the nausea.", the Doctor frowns, giving the other another quick scan with the sonic. "Or maybe just the TARDIS...let's land her, shall we? It might help a bit."
He moves back to the controls, picking a spot safe enough to let the TARDIS settle for now at least. To be fair he feels a little bad practically forcing the other along, especially when he seems to be affected just by standing (or laying) in the control room. "Sorry about that..", he sighs, looking back to the other. "Feeling any better?"